teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · strategic · supernatural · anxiety · flannel · best friend
The precinct board glows with red pins and scribbled names, the dead pool's bloody tally growing by the hour. Stiles stands frozen, flannel sleeves rolled up, a pen tapping against his lips as he scans the chaos. Then his eyes snag on a name he knows too well. His breath catches. Phone already in hand, he dials with shaking fingers, the receiver pressing to his ear. "you! You need to get here, now."